Silver Wings Book Novels & Stories

Mykayla asked. “They are your cousins,” I answered. I could see her eyes light up when I said that. She was always asking about the rest of the family. Nyalia and I felt bad keeping them from all their other relatives, but things were too chaotic right now. I placed my hand on Mykayla’s shoulder, and she slowly fell asleep. I didn’t need either girl awake for this. I sat Mykayla between the two of them and gently opened a wound on each of their wings. I then made a cut that was deep enough to bleed on both of Mykayla’s hands and pressed each hand against a wing. Their wings twitched, but nothing else happened. I repeated the same thing with Bree, although that was a bit more difficul

Alexa cuts in excitedly. Facing her, "What do you mean by my face has changed, Alexa?" I was getting more confused by the minute. "Okay, you need to see it for yourself to know what we are saying." Saying this, she grabbed my hand, brought me to the car door window, and pointed, "Look.". Still confused, I slowly turned my head to the window and was shocked by what I saw. My straight ebony-black with strips of silver has completely turned into wavy silver with strips of gold and is reaching my waistline.

She had become something beyond that—something celestial and terrible. Her body shimmered like starlight given shape, her skin glowing faintly beneath the layers of enchanted ash. Even from where I stood, I could feel her energy—sharp as obsidian, cold as deep space. The ritual hadn’t just awakened her. It had rewritten her. Then the impossible happened. Wings. Not of feather or bone, but forged from pure silver mist, erupted from her back. They arched like blades, wide and terrible, each beat of them stirring the air with a pressure that bent trees and cracked stone.

Silver The tension in the room was suffocating. I didn’t even know when Henry stepped between me and his father, his body serving as a wall. I could see the muscles in his neck straining, could see the way his hands were clenched into fists. He was holding himself back. Barely. "Father," Henry said, his voice sharp and cold. "This is Silver. She's the girl who was in the crash with me." Mr. Williams barely acknowledged me. His eyes flickered in my direction for the briefest moment, cold and dismissive, like I was nothing more than an inconvenience. A mosquito buzzing around his head. Then he turned back to Henry.

My vision spins, but I push myself back up. I can’t stop now. The beast comes at me again. I close my eyes and dig deep. I feel the power inside me…the light, the fire, the part of me that’s growing stronger every day. I let it rise. My body lifts off the ground again, and this time, wings made of silver flames burst from my back. They shimmer like moonlight. I fly straight at the beast, dodging its claws and slamming a ball of fire into its head. It screams and stumbles, but still doesn’t fall.

He holds it open and looks at me expectantly. I chew on the inside of my cheek. I push down my worries with a deep breath and limp into the connected room. Three pairs of wings are on display, but not like the others. These ones are clean and beneath each stands a table. The first set of wings are black and silver. And on the table is a gleaming silver sword. The second set of wings are snow white. A beautifully strange dagger lies on the table, its curved blade engraved with delicate designs and its hilt encrusted with precious stones.

He was just standing in the sunlight, and Ravi squinted as he saw something gleaming in the man's hand. Ravi focused his vision further to ensure that the object the man held wasn't what he thought it was. The man's hand moved, still gazing, and Ravi's eyes widened when he could see clearly. Ravi froze, subconsciously gripping Raymond's wrist tightly. He saw a shimmering sword smeared with red liquid that was undoubtedly blood. But it didn't end there. Ravi froze further without realizing it, tightening his hold on Raymond's wrist as he observed the man's wings, which were white and almost identical to Raymond's. The wings flapped, and he flew away somewhere.

I'll never accept her as my family! A chill ran through my body. Before I could respond, Xavier lost his patience and landed a solid punch on Shawn's face. The blow sent Shawn staggering back several steps, dragging Rosie with him. "What's your problem, Xavier!" Shawn roared. Xavier responded by taking my hand, his warm touch melting some of the cold in my heart. I smiled coldly at Shawn. "I'll never forgive you either—any of you." How desperate must I have been to end my life in the novel? Ignoring the shocked looks from Seth and my father, I left with Xavier.

“And yet, it does.” Sira’s fingers tightened around her staff. The crystals embedded in it flickered once more, but this time the light that bloomed within them was not blue it was silver. She dropped her gaze to her hand, horror flickering across her face. The Citadel’s pulse was now moving through her.

, Rose slightly pinched my cheeks. "Thank you", I said. We continued to chat. After a while, April and Rain joined us. "Wow, girls", Aston said coming towards us. Aston Silver, alpha of the Silver pack. The silver pack was a sister pack of Grey Lake. During my grandfather's time, our pack grew rapidly and the human town near our pack grew into our borders. My grandfather's brother Josh Silver took care of the pack which was another side of town. Eventually, people from that side accepted Josh as their Alpha and his descendants continued his position. We're still sharing revenue, strength, school, health services, and many more.